Wow, what on EARTH? I haven't even visited this site in four years or so and what, I have 36 followers. Maybe I should actually start writing something now. I am revisiting that idea. I got too busy having kids for awhile there. Now I have a new laptop and wham, I want to write. It's been building up and building up and building to... wait for it... another useless blog post. Ha!
Maybe not. I actually signed on to E Blogger to create a new blog, and maybe I still will, but I really didn't plan on using this one anymore. Maybe my poetic intuitions have taken a new identity. Maybe I am too much of a MOM now. Whatever it is, I think I need to escape to some words again. Facebook was a cheap substitute for awhile. I am tired of that now.
So I will think on this still, maybe a day or two, maybe another few years, lol. Think on keeping this blog, or using it, or giving it up officially forever. I'm not sure yet.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Monday, November 2, 2009
I should be napping
I am not planning on writing anything right now. Hm. Yet here i am. i, not I. i like to ignore rules of punctuation some times. it is the rebellious editor in me. so anyways. here i am rambling about nothing. i am tired. Analeigh is in the swing next to me. She has a lot to say right now, but i am not exactly sure what "aahguguuaaah" means yet... maybe Ariel will translate for me later. Ariel is napping like a good little girl... mommy should go nap now. "AAaaaahAAAA!" says Analeigh. She'll be five months old already this week. I already think of Ariel as 2, but she is really 21 months, so three months to go. I need to figure out a way to take away her "Soosie" (soother). Not looking forward to that day.... okay I'm going to sleep now.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Getting my words back?
I am starting to think that maybe, just maybe, after a year long absence from writing for the wrong reasons, I might, just might, be slowly getting my words back. I hope. I feel them bubbly in the background but that isn't to say that they'll disappear again. I miss my words. My creative writing, that is. I miss that. It used to be my world when I was a kid. I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I'm still growing up in some ways...
I started out writing stories that I still have, unfinished, in binders in the basement. Sad. But the ideas are still alive. Then I wrote poems, because they were shorter and could be completed in a short session. What handicapped me as a writer, I think, was never learning to write outside of emotional outbursts. Maybe that is all I am seeing now - new outbursts, only expressed in words because it has been long enough since the last outburst. Or maybe, just maybe, I am slowly learning to write with my brain as well as my heart. Hm. Or maybe I am just having an outburst of some kind right now... hm.
oh i don't know what i am saying
still looking for those words
actually,
i think i have written poems about this before
i hope they are not lost
words
words words
this could be fun though, i think
I started out writing stories that I still have, unfinished, in binders in the basement. Sad. But the ideas are still alive. Then I wrote poems, because they were shorter and could be completed in a short session. What handicapped me as a writer, I think, was never learning to write outside of emotional outbursts. Maybe that is all I am seeing now - new outbursts, only expressed in words because it has been long enough since the last outburst. Or maybe, just maybe, I am slowly learning to write with my brain as well as my heart. Hm. Or maybe I am just having an outburst of some kind right now... hm.
oh i don't know what i am saying
still looking for those words
actually,
i think i have written poems about this before
i hope they are not lost
words
words words
this could be fun though, i think
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Damn Insecurity
Sorry, I don't usually swear. Okay, I never swear. "Damn" is about as harsh a word as you'll ever hear from my mouth. But when you hear it, heads up. I am usually pretty upset. I am pretty upset about being so damn insecure. I guess it's kind of freeing to say that, too. I think I can say it now, as it's been nearly a year since the last post, and is anybody reading this anymore? I don't know if anyone ever was any way.
And there I go feeling insecure again. I guess nobody likes me. Oh stop right there! I know I know, there is nothing more lame than self pity. This is why I choose at this time to swear. Damn it all! I hate insecurity. I hate inhibitions. This after a day with people who I don't think really like me. Who would ever dare to admit that? ARGGGG I could say so much more but it probably would not benefit anyone, and I wish to honour God with my words so all I can say is... damn insecurity!!
Nearly a year. So we have another baby now, and she is beautiful. We are a happy little family. I just wish I could be a little more confident in myself. But motherhood is getting better with two, surprisingly, and much to my relief.
I will end with that.
And there I go feeling insecure again. I guess nobody likes me. Oh stop right there! I know I know, there is nothing more lame than self pity. This is why I choose at this time to swear. Damn it all! I hate insecurity. I hate inhibitions. This after a day with people who I don't think really like me. Who would ever dare to admit that? ARGGGG I could say so much more but it probably would not benefit anyone, and I wish to honour God with my words so all I can say is... damn insecurity!!
Nearly a year. So we have another baby now, and she is beautiful. We are a happy little family. I just wish I could be a little more confident in myself. But motherhood is getting better with two, surprisingly, and much to my relief.
I will end with that.
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